Wolfsblood

By Marteeka Karland

In Earth’s brutal future, humans are no longer at the top of food chain. Paranormals roam the frozen wastes, predators as protective as they are dangerous -- especially when it comes to their chosen mates.

Snow Wolf: Xander needs no one, but the woman calls to the Vampire within, daring him to take her. Instinct wouldn’t allow him not to hunt her, especially with another male sniffing around what is his by right.

Fire Wolf: Logan knows the second he scents the little fire wolf she’s his mate. Convincing a Wolfsblood to mate with a Lionsblood, though, will be a tall order. Fortunately, he’s up to the task.

Shadow Wolf: Leiah has no clue what she’s in for when Shadow Wolf Rikker claims her and threatens to take her from the only family she’s ever known. Can two Shadow Wolves find a balance before Leiah’s pack is torn apart?

Savage Wolf: Bred for battle, Lyndal’s nature demands conflict. Felice’s Vampire nature demands blood. She doesn’t count on Lyndal weaving a sensual web around her…

Possession: Harael. Relaren. Valael. They’re predators. Killers. So how is it the three biggest, baddest Vampsblood out there have been undone by a mere slip of a girl -- a human at that? They never saw this one coming. No one -- not human, not Vampsblood -- is going to come between Josette and her mates.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: May 9, 2020

Marteeka Karland

Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Want to see what's up with Marteeka? Website www.marteekakarland.com Facebook https://www.facebook.com/groups/735869533214213/ Facebook Page: facebook.com/experiencethemagicmk/ E-mail at [e-mail] Blog: marteekasdreams.com BookBub: bookbub.com/profile/marteeka-karland Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Marteeka-Karland/e/B004FZT1IS

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Table of Contents

Wolfsblood (Box Set)

Snow Wolf

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Fire Wolf

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Shadow Wolf

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Savage Wolf

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Possession

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Marteeka Karland

Wolfsblood (Box Set)

Marteeka Karland

In Earth’s brutal future, humans are no longer at the top of food chain. Paranormals roam the frozen wastes, predators as protective as they are dangerous -- especially when it comes to their chosen mates.

Snow Wolf: Xander needs no one, but the woman calls to the Vampire within, daring him to take her. Instinct wouldn’t allow him not to hunt her, especially with another male sniffing around what is his by right.

Fire Wolf: Logan knows the second he scents the little fire wolf she’s his mate. Convincing a Wolfsblood to mate with a Lionsblood, though, will be a tall order. Fortunately, he’s up to the task.

Shadow Wolf: Leiah has no clue what she’s in for when Shadow Wolf Rikker claims her and threatens to take her from the only family she’s ever known. Can two Shadow Wolves find a balance before Leiah’s pack is torn apart?

Savage Wolf: Bred for battle, Lyndal’s nature demands conflict. Felice’s Vampire nature demands blood. She doesn’t count on Lyndal weaving a sensual web around her…

Possession: Harael. Relaren. Valael. They’re predators. Killers. So how is it the three biggest, baddest Vampsblood out there have been undone by a mere slip of a girl -- a human at that? They never saw this one coming. No one -- not human, not Vampsblood -- is going to come between Josette and her mates.

Snow Wolf

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Xander needed no one, least of all a mate. The woman was a menace to his solitude, calling to the Vampire within and daring him to take her. Instinct wouldn’t allow him not to hunt her, especially with another male sniffing around what was his by right.

The female in Luna recognized her mate immediately, even if he was too much of a male to realize it himself. Knowing he would fight the attraction, she decided to wait and let Fate take its course. What is meant to be cannot be denied.

But in the end, leaving may be the only thing that will save the forever Luna feels in Xander’s arms…

Chapter One

Xander’s anger was as cold as the frozen rain stinging every bit of his exposed flesh. He watched his prey with fury. How dare she? The Snow Wolf embraced a male of her kind before slipping into the small opening in the rock beneath the natural overhang.

As soon as he’d realized this was where she lived, Xander had scouted out the caverns until he knew them like the back of his hand. He’d only seen the woman from a distance, but her obvious familiarity with the other man put Xander in a killing rage. The unnatural attraction he had for a woman he’d never even met didn’t bother him in the least. It was what it was. Xander intended to take the woman for his own before the night was upon them, and that was all that mattered.

Soundlessly, he followed the couple into the cave beyond the rock wall. Only the slight sound of their distant voices deeper underground drifted to him, but it was enough. Xander followed, waiting for the moment the male turned away from her. He would not kill the man. Yet. If he proved to be too much of a nuisance later, though, Xander would eliminate the threat.

Knowing the caverns in this area well, Xander recognized the direction his woman and her companion headed, and he veered off. The farther away from them he was, the less likely they’d know he followed. Crawling through smaller crevices, he made his way to the community buried deeply in this particular branch off the Mammoths. It was getting late, and Xander knew the woman would make her way to her residence soon. He intended to be there waiting on her. It was time he claimed what was his.

Never had a woman intrigued him like she did. The pull toward her was unbreakable, and Xander wasn’t a man who fought his inner cravings. Being half Lionsblood, he recognized the call of a mate. Being half Vampire, he knew he could choose to ignore it, but he didn’t really want to. He wanted to explore her before he dismissed her. If he had her a time -- or fifty -- he could think again. All he had to do was work her out of his system, and he could move on with his life. Xander wasn’t made to be tied to someone. He was more animal than man.

It took only a few minutes to reach her den and enter through a crevice in an out-of-the-way corner she’d covered with a heavy boulder, presumably to keep out the draft as well as unwanted guests. Xander’s strength, however, was enormous. Not only did he have the enhanced strength of the Lionsblood, but he was gifted with many abilities of the Vampire as well. More so than even his brother, Shiffley. Shiffley had always helped humans, even before he met the female he’d mated with. Now, he was positively smitten. Xander refused to be like that. He was a loner, pure and simple.

Once inside, he surveyed her room with a critical eye. There were several small feminine articles -- pastel bed coverings, scented candles, a colorful vase, and a small bar of scented soap -- but nothing masculine. Good. She didn’t share her living space with the man. That would have been unfortunate.

For the man.

Situating himself in one of the darkened corners, Xander settled in to wait. Which he did. For over two hours. To say Xander was in a foul mood by the time the door to her den opened was a severe understatement. To put it mildly, he was seething. He waited until she was in the room and the door firmly shut behind her before making her aware of his presence.

Where the hell have you been? He growled, the question so full of menace Xander half expected her to run screaming from the room. Lesser men and women had in the past.

Not his woman. She merely looked around until she spotted him where he leaned against the wall.

Xander straightened then and stalked toward her. He didn’t move quickly, but took his time, approached her warily. No doubt she’d bolt at any second.

I wondered when you’d finally get around to joining me. Her tone was mild, not in the least distressed. If he hadn’t known better, he might have suspected she knew he’d been following her. Have a seat. I’ll make us some tea. She gestured toward the small couch, the only piece of furniture in the room other than her bed. Lighting a small lamp set in a natural alcove in the rock, she set about her task, not once looking back at him.

Of all the things Xander had expected, this wasn’t one of the options. The Snow Wolf acted as if this were an everyday occurrence to her. He wondered exactly how many men she’d entertained here.

Immediately, he tried to tamp down on the inquiry because it sent his temper spiraling out of control.

The Snow Wolf turned to him as if sensing his rage, her face serene. She might have been in the room with a close friend for all the fear she showed. She didn’t seem to consider herself in any danger at all. Drink this. She handed him a cup of dark, steaming liquid. It will help ease your discomfort.

On some level, Xander knew he should say something. He knew what he was feeling was so far out of the norm for him as to be on a completely different plane of existence.

Anger was nothing new to him. Everyone got angry. But the intense, rolling jealousy was something else altogether. He knew it, but seemed helpless to stop it. What the hell was happening to him?

Xander downed the hot tea in one long gulp. It burned his throat, but he welcomed the distraction. Control was one thing he’d always prided in himself, but all good sense seemed to have vanished. All because of the woman in front of him.

She was dressed in a white, quilted jumpsuit that covered her from the throat down, and heavy white boots that reached to her knees. Obviously, she’d dressed to blend in with the snow rather than stand out.

It was a dangerous move. If an unexpected whiteout occurred and she got lost, the chances of anyone finding her were slim to none.

Even her hair was snow white. She wore it in a tight, thick bun at the back of her head, but tiny, curling wisps fell around her face as if to protest the binding of such lovely locks. All this accentuated her exotic beauty. She was slender, almost tiny. Definitely tiny in comparison to him, but that was hardly fair. He was large even for his race. Even the biggest human would be dwarfed by him. This woman looked almost like a child in comparison.

Almost.

The thing that made her stand out the most, however, was her rich, dark skin. Light from the lamp played across her face, and her skin seemed to shimmer like the finest black pearls. Xander was transfixed. All his rage and jealousy seeming to evaporate.

At first, he thought it was the tea, but the longer he looked at her, the more he was convinced it was the woman herself. The tea might have helped to take the edge off, but she exuded peace and calm. Just looking into her vivid green eyes, knowing he had her full attention, eased the intensity of his emotions. He still felt that jealous rage simmering beneath the surface, but he could control it.

What have you done to me? His whispered question should have shamed him. He was not a simpering, weak man to fall prey to a woman’s charms, yet the very idea of another man sharing her bed still filled him with a killing rage unlike any blood lust he’d experienced.

You are my mate, she said simply. "Being a Vampire and Lionsblood apparently heightens that instinct on some level. Probably because I’m a Wolfsblood and, technically, your mortal enemy."

Her words were so matter of fact, Xander wanted to grind his teeth in frustration while he shook some sense into the woman. Did she not know how dangerous he was at this moment?

Besides, she was crazy if she thought to tie him to her. He needed no one, least of all a mate. The very word left a bad taste in his mouth. "I am not your mate, he snarled. You merely… intrigue me. I’ll take my fill of you, then leave. You can go your way. I’ll go mine."

She turned away from him then, a flash of something he couldn’t quite catch on her face. If that is your wish.

* * *

With her back to him, the Snow Wolf peeled off her clothing. She didn’t take her time about it, or hurry overmuch. She simply did it as she might every night preparing for bed. Xander watched, transfixed by her every movement.

The line of her profile was sleek. The indenture of her spine running the length of her back intrigued him, as did the gleam of all that rich, dark skin she exposed one inch at a time. He wanted to lick a path from her neck down that groove to the curve of her rounded bottom. Then he wanted to bite, sink his teeth into the tender flesh until she cried out, only to soothe the ache with his tongue once again.

She turned to face him, gloriously naked and completely unashamed. Her body was very slender, but sleekly muscled. The definition of her hips and breasts was a sharp contrast to the nip of her waist, but neither was very generous. She was built more like a cat than a wolf.

Before we go further, I would know your name. She seemed completely unafraid, looking at him with a mixture of resignation and anticipation. It was a curious combination. One he knew he had no hope of figuring out until the edge had been taken off his lust.

He paused before answering. He wasn’t entirely certain it was a good idea to be so personal when he intended to be with her a day at most. Still, it couldn’t do too much harm, especially when he wanted her to scream out his name when he fucked her.

Xander, he stated simply. No embellishment. Nothing too intimate. This was sex, not a mating. Never a mating.

I am Luna, the only Snow Wolf in this colony, and the only one I know of who can fully shift. He wasn’t sure why she told him that. It was much more than he wanted to know. Still, it gave him a warning. Should his sexual appetites become too… aggressive… she’d be able to defend herself. That was good. Because, in that moment, he felt as aggressive as he’d ever been in his life, short of a blood lust.

The Vampire is strong in you, she observed. There was no hint of emotion in her voice -- she only stated a fact. It was as if he were someone she observed every day.

He tilted his head to the side, watching her closely. She seemed unaffected by him in any way, good or bad. She wasn’t afraid, but not pleased either. It wasn’t so much as if she didn’t want him, but as if she could care less whether he took her or not. That was almost as bad as rejecting him outright.

It is. The Vampire is half my heritage, so it’s not surprising.

Yet, your brother, Shiffley, is more Lionsblood than Vampire.

At the mention of his half brother, Xander went still. You know my brother?

She shrugged. He and his mate visit us often. This colony is on the outskirts of the Mammoths and in the territory of the Lionsblood occupying the main caverns. They allow us to live here free of their reign, but they check up on us to make sure all is well. In truth, we owe them much, but have little to offer them other than loyalty.

Carrying on a conversation was getting harder and harder. Deep in his gut, Xander burned. Just her nearness set him on fire. She smelled of clean linen and aroused woman. It was almost more than he could reasonably bear.

He was sure there were niceties he needed to see to, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what they were. To be honest, he didn’t much care. All he wanted was to make her submit beneath him, to sink his body into hers until he was sated and sleepy.

With a growl, Xander reached for her, pulling her to him in a frenzy of need and lust. He needed her. Needed! Everything in him fought for him to claim her. The taste of her lips, the feel of her mouth under